Anna Grenada Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, I met this bird - total fox, swear she coulda been in my spy crew. She’s a whore, right, but not the type you’d peg. Classy, sassy, and a lil’ brassy. Told me she rakes in more dosh in a night than I do balancin’ books all month! Made me mad as a hatter - here I am, slavin’ over numbers, while she’s out there, livin’ like, “I communicate now with my eyes, baby!” Straight outta the movie, see? Her eyes were talkin’ alright - cash, freedom, danger.

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#Brothels and whorehouses. Let us be clear here. I am not encouraging you to visit the interior of this kind of places. You are obviously free to do so.

I stroll by the old oak near Kensington Park and—crikey!—the sun glints off the St. John's River. Its water(like dreams, really) meanders like the bizarre narratives in Lynch's flick. Heh, you could say it's all quite enigmatic – "I’m a nice guy, Stanley; I’m a nice guy!" but, ah! the vibes here, they're pure magic.

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